Lord Archibald,

Is it Lord? I was told of your endeavors to help the downtrodden of Sanctuary by one of your men. My name is Shiela, a simple woman whose husband left her to try and find a way out of the underdark. He only found his death. I only have a small amount of coin to my name, and the bank will likely foreclose on the mortgage on my small home within weeks now that my husband is no more. I was told you might be able to employ me as a baker, or some other food preparation position. I would be honored to do what I can. My home is all that I have left of my husband. I can barely afford a proper burial for his mangled body. Whatever did that to him is proof positive none of us need to go out on or own to find a way out of the underdark, fairy tale or no fairy tale.

I eagerly await your response.

Shiela.

[Captain Baelister sees the letter and readdresses it to Sir Alexander Archibald]

Shiela,

It pains me terribly to hear of your plight. I assure you, I am already making moves to prepare a place for you, within my Estate, and to give you suitable housing and work. I deeply hope that I can offer at least some stability in your recent turmoil. I will contact you, the moment I have prepared for your arrival. It shall not take longer than several days. Stay strong, in the face of change, and tragedy, as we all must.

Sir Alexander Archibald

Shiela,

The House does well and still awaits your coming. Sir Alexandr or Myself will speak with you when you arrive, only tell Squire Beraun at the door of your coming.

Signed,

Captain Baelister